You know, Oz could not have chosen a better time to cruise into The City. The zombies could stare at the passing van, but there wasn't anything they could really do but get in its path and bounce off. Everytime he hit one Oz winced. He'd just had one of those headlights replaced. He recognized none of the twisting streets, but when he saw someone unmistakeably alive up ahead, he pulled the van to a squeaking stop in front of the alley opening and leaned over the passenger seat to look out the window at the girl, who was nearest.
"Hey, you need a ride?" Considering the situation, it was a generous offer and not a creepy one (which it very well could have been in any other situation).